Monday, April 18, 2016

Getting ready for Planet Friendsview

In our plans,
carefully laid years before, this move was to take place five to ten years in
the future when we would actually be “old.” But circumstances and unique
openings have persuaded us that now is the time.

So, once again, we
find ourselves in the uncomfortable position of being surrounded by boxes,
piles of stuff and books, books, and more books—each one needing a decision. Do
we give it away, throw it away, sell it, or keep it? Our soon-to-be-reduced
living quarters dictate we’d better not say “keep it” to too many of those
precious pieces of our lives.

Marie Kondo,
high-priestess of declutter, tells us to toss all our stuff, by categories, in
a pile in the middle of the room, then hold up each item and ask, “Does this
give me joy?” We then keep only that which delights us.

Unfortunately, I
am too easily pleased. And if something doesn’t presently delight me, I
remember when it did or consider that it might give me joy in the future.
Kondo, executioner as well as priestess, would say, “Off with its head” to any
past or future delight. Now is what matters.

Maybe. Maybe not.

We look at each
other in amazement these days. Are we really doing this? Are we old enough? Is
this move a capitulation? Are we finally admitting that we’re old and giving
up?

No, to that last
question. This is a new beginning (we tell ourselves). This downsizing will
free us. The new life style and community will allow us to move into new
(I use that word a lot these days) areas of ministry, relationship, and
creativity. (Can you hear us talking to ourselves, trying to convince?) At
least we pray towards these ends.

Some positives:

--A full wall of
windows from our fifth-floor apartment with a view of the Chehalem Mountains;

--Two large rooms
(this is not a studio apartment);

--A kitchen that
lets me continue to prepare our own meals;

--Vouchers to the
community dining room that let us “eat out” four times a week (and the cuisine
at Friendsview is superb);

--Enough privacy
to let us lead our own lives and follow our own pursuits…

--…but in the
context of a new community with friends to be made and stories to hear (and
write);

--the assurance of
continuing care, no matter what our future holds.

Our grandchildren
have asked if they can still have sleep-overs at our new place. (Of course!)

I envision myself
sitting in my new easy chair, facing the mountains in the early morning,
writing poems.

I envision myself
discovering hidden treasurers in my new neighbors, listening to their stories,
learning more about grace—and capturing it in words. There are still books
waiting to be written.

I envision bike
rides and camping trips, as well as new opportunities for service.

I intentionally
envision and imagine. It’s part of my strategy as we prepare for this huge
change in our lives. I need to do this preparation because we still, everyday,
look at each other in amazement, asking, “Are we really doing this?”

Once again, this
basic prayer comes to mind: “Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on us.”